St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-24

Sail into the beans and salard and ham
n eggs and cranberry and sass and
turkey. Turkey is the galorious bird of
, freedom to-day" urged Bottles, helping
himself in turn to each of the daintieS
as named.
Perhaps the Crawford was never
graced by such pair during the whole
of its existence of catering to the public.
Bottles had purchased two regular
dinner checks, and chosen a table in the
corner so as to be as free as possible
the place. The waits faces were
washed clean; they were as tidy as
their dilapidated garments would per-
nit.
A new yellow ribbon held Rags curlS
back from her really pretty face, with
its r0guiSh, big, blue eyes, cute little
mouth and turn-up nose. And Bottles,
he had laid out.a portion of the wealth
on paper collar. green tie and huge,
gIaring, red glass pin. The ring which
the purse had contained was upon Rag S
forefinger
Hold up, Rags" whispered the boy,
touching her foot with his. don't lick
yer fingers. Hain't learned you better
ner that! I'm gOin' to make lady of
you, kid, and I'm bound to have you git
Oh 10 lItUl SIlidll IIclllS.
'tAll right, Bottles; guess yer right.
| haint up in sich eatin' as this, and
you must pardin slips"
''Here's the wine list. Do we want
Mumm?'
''Nixey. 'Tain't fur sich as us. Bot
ties. Sides, you'n / has started out on
the. Temperance racket, and it hain't the
thing for us TO use budge."
''Yer speakin' in right toot now,
Rags. l only mentioned the fack fur
fun. Can't you smuggle one of them
t;trts, Rags?'' -,
'IIaint't it stealing?" asked the girl,
looking up quickly.
Not if the court knows itself. paid
for all that comes to this table in the
way of grub. l own all but them
dishes, spoons. forks and sich, and =
But hold up. I'll go put flea in the
feller's ear who sold me the cheeks"
Bottles rose and went to the cashier s
desk. A peculiar expression came upon
his face as the boy spoke to him. Then
he reached down under the desk and
handed out a paper sack. The boys
face was wrealhed with smiles when he
came back.
''lt's all right, Rags. l told him as
how reckoned we'd have to make this
feedin' last till next Thanksgiving; also
that we wasn't blOated bankers and had
hard diggin' for grub. He gave me this
bag, and said l could take all that we
couldn't eat. Hain't it slick?''
"Well, l should smile. Here's two
jam tarts'-
Hold on, Rags; put the solids in first,
or you'll smash the tarts."
A smile passed over each face as the
waits loaded their bag with the remains
of the meal.
Ready, Rags?"
"Yes; let me git my Op'ra hat on all
square"
She arranged her headgear to suit her
and followed Bottles to the door.
Then-all this brightness turned to
clouds, for tall, blue-clad form, with
double rows of brass buttons upon the
breast, stood there.
"Come with me, kids said the officer,
taking hold of each by the shoulder.
''YOu don't mean us? l say, boss,
you've got the wrong party. We hain't
done nuthin, have we, RagSw
But poor little Rags was cryin. The
blue coats had always been the terror of
her life. She had heard terrible stories
about them. Now, she and Bottles are
in the care of one, and she is ready to
drop III fright.
whats the matter, boss?' asked
Bottles. He, too, was troubled; but he
must put on brave face for the girls
sake.
Lifting a purse. Come on"
And this was the end of the poor little
waits grand dinner. On the way to the
station house with an officer.
A curious crowd of street boys, news
paper venders, bootblacks and the like
followed the policeman and his two lit
tie prisoners to the station house.
His honor was taking dinner; would